I feel like I'm stuck in a pace Stuck in the back of my face

Who

Who

Thinkin' of who

I'm probably not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth

Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches

Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the

Coupe, ayy! Feel like I'm stuck in a pace

Stuck in the back of my face Who

Who

Thinkin' of who

I'm probably not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth

Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches

Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the

Coupe, ayy! The fuck is you feelin, ain't feelin' shit

Been drivin' in my paint and another bitch I'm somethin' adorned, she grippin' my horns

I make her feel love, and then I did They doubted the kid, now see relevance

Rep 757, my residence Came up from the gutter, the tenement

Mama, I got you, don't worry, the deficit Everything that I'm on top and I'm better

Than Grown up, you **** in layers, my sediment

Definite, Grimmy the wave, ain't no messin' here

Triple six, even my regimen menacing Eminence over the ****, keep emanating

Say that I'm bustin, but ****, I resonate Rip up these bitches, I use and I decimate

Wanted your love, but you took that shit anyway

Feel like I'm stuck in a pace Stuck in the back of my face

Who

Who

Thinkin' of who

I'm probably not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth

Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches

Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the

Coupe, ayy! Feel like I'm stuck in a pace

Stuck in the back of my face Who

Who

Thinkin' of who

I'm probably not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth

Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches

Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the

Coupe, ayy! Feel like I'm dyin' inside

Givin' my all cause this shit do or die, yeah

Spend all your time in my mind Memories lurk in the back of my eyes, yeah

Refrain from that shit you keep tellin' me Love ain't a feeling, it's an enemy

My heart you can keep as a memory, baby I swear that you won't find a better me

Beverly, baby, I got on the better things Used to feel love, now I ain't feelin' anything

Used to see you with the dress and the wedding ring

Now I see girls and they ain't wearin' anything, yeah

I'm rid of what pain and I'm pluggin' hoes I used to want you, now I'm over hoes

You're lost in your heart and it fuckin' shows But shit, that's just me, what the fuck, I

Know

Feel like I'm stuck in a pace Stuck in the back of my face

Who

Who

I be not thinkin' of you Probably rippin' the mic in the booth

Sippin' on yacht while I'm poppin' the blue I got bitches on deck and they got bitches

Too Got me suckin' the blood in the back of the

Coupe ayy!